Like North Carolinaís Southern Culture on the Skids and fellow Georgiansí Drive-By Truckers, Atlantaís Truckadelic celebrates all thangs redneck. Big rigs, likker, Jesus, bad teeth, and muscle cars all collide in the beer-soaked bandís double-wide Xanadu. The cover of its last album, Yíall Watch This, encapsulates the bandís philosophy in what Georgians would call a pee-con shell. A toothless, Jack Danielís-toting good olí boy, stripped to his yellowing briefs, is about to ski across a pasture pulled by a vintage pickup. Flip the CD over for the devastating aftermath. The group stresses live performance over studio chops, and if the papers in its hometown donít lie, Houstonians can expect to see Truckadelicís road out of town paved with the bones of its dead.